CHAPTER XIX. "Odd's life!" cried Gay, in astonishment; "is this slight-made stripling Jack Sheppard? Why, I expected to see a man six foot high at the least, and as broad across the shoulders as our friend Figg. “She has nothing to be afraid of,” he continued. His head turned sideways towards the noise, his brows scowling. That is good. "Here, Caliban," shouted the under-turnkey, "unlock Captain Sheppard's padlock, and tell him his wives are in the Lodge waiting to see him. " "Entreat a fiddlestick!" retorted Mrs. B.
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